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Watching Medivh sit up had Khadgar nearly throwing his plan to the wind to crawl into the elder man's lap and steal as many kisses as he could before the seeming spell wore off. Instead, the white haired male found himself moving to stand in front of Medivh's legs and slowly began to fold himself to kneel on the ground.

He felt as if he could ignite from how hot his cheeks were, but he knew he couldn't be too distracted with it so he gently nudged thr other's legs apart and settled himself between them. Reaching up briefly, Khadgar inched his hand to cup the side of the Magus's face and bring himself in for a brief, sedating press of his suddenly dry lips.

This was happening and the Archmage couldn't help but smile a little more before removing his lips from Medivh's and allowing his hand to roll down the other's chest, careful not to catch in the light dusting of dark hair across the man's pectorals. Slowly he trailed it down his stomach, deciding where it would rest as the blue eyed male gathered his nerves and simply went for it.

First he used his free hand to wrap around the base, holding it still while he stared at the growing shaft. Of course, it was harder to go through with it when he had the bloody thing in his hand, but Khadgar knew he'd prevail. He bowed his head enough and angled the growing erection towards his mouth just enough so he could let the tip of his tongue slide out ad graze along the crown slowly.

Khadgar's eyes snapped to the dark haired man's face to check for any signs of what he was doing was unapproved of, then decided to hell with it and lapped more firmly.

A mage never hesitated in his pursuits, after all.

Medivh's brows furrowed slightly in mild confusion when Khadgar moved to kneel in front of him. Just what was he on about? He leaned forward slightly when Khadgar nudged between his legs to settle there, though the hand behind his neck silenced any question. He returned the kiss with the same gentleness that Khadgar showed, even going so far as to brush against his lips with his tongue slightly in a teasing, surprisingly sensual gesture. Yes...he definitely like the kissing thing.

He was perhaps a little...disappointed when Khadgar broke away, though he blinked at the feel of his hand drifting along his chest and stomach and steadily moving downward. There was something about that touch which made his heart quicken, and all he could do was stare intently as his ex-Apprentice settled at groin level. Should he lean forward more to chase him for another kiss? Or lean back and wait and see what he does?

The Magus stilled with a caught breath as Khadgar reached for his steadily firming erection and held it in a hand. Well....this was new. No one had ever done that before. It....actually felt rather good to have someone else doing this...and the older Mage would have been quite happy if Khadgar had of used his hand to bring him to orgasm. However he wasn't expecting him to lean in and...

Medivh actually jolted with a startled grunt as if he had been shocked - sitting bolt upright on the couch. If it wasn't for Khadgar's hand - he probably would straightened further. He had never felt anything quite like this in his life and his eyes were probably as big as dinner plates. He saw the blue eyes dart up to look at him - and he stared back, mouth hanging open as if he had been stunned with some sort of spell. No....there wasn't anything necessarily wrong with this - but it was unexpected and something new and different. He new that this particular piece of anatomy was sensitive - but he just didn't realize how much. He never would have thought that someone would lick it either...and that it would feel like this.

Medivh was actually speechless, and during that time, Khadgar leaned in for another try. The man simply sagged back against the cushions, chest heaving and thighs quivering as a heat all ready started to build within him. Blast it all, he was going to happily think of retaliation later once his mind started working properly again. At least he wasn't going to allow his eyes to flicker this time!

Pride bubbled in Khadgar's chest as Medivh straightened like he was shocked still the first time and them sagged like a puppet that had its strings cut the second with the second lash of his tongue. The tremulous thighs were not lost on the mage and he took it as a sign that he was doing something right in this new situation. Oh yes, the way the Magus’s jaw was hanging there, his eyes wider than Khadgar had ever thought possible... Oh his confidence was definitely coming much more fast.

He traced the tongue against the glands, sliding towards the slit in the tip and smirked inwardly. Carefully, the Archmage lifted a brow as his eyes refocused upon Medivh’s face and allowed himself to take a few seconds reprieve to figure out exactly how he would continue launching his attack. Once he was settled, he began bathing the whole shaft in the nearly kittenish licks, taking the opportunity to finally introduce gentle sucks interspersed over the skin.

It was not an unpleasant taste, though he was sure the saltier tang on his tongue was from their previous activities and that made Khadgar breathe out a groan mid-suck at the thought that he was tasting the remnants from what he caused. He nearly couldn’t believe that he was even getting to do this, let alone know what the skin of the Magus’s cock tasted like. His brows screwed up and he stifled another moan that wanted to escape by inhaling hard and pulling back to properly look into the Magus’s green eyes, perhaps just waiting for some sort of confirmation that the elder mage was undoubtedly going to never forget the feeling of Khadgar’s tongue on his dick.

Medivh tossed his head, thumping it on the back of the lounge couch as he scrunched his eyes shut. The sensations definitely were more intense when Khadgar directly touched the area around the tip, or the underside. Miraculously he hadn't made any noise - but it was in the catch of his breath and the unsteadiness of it. Not to mention his fingers were clenching in the cushions tight enough to cause the tendons to stand out.

He bit his tongue against saying every swear word he knew - instead saying them in his head like a litany, repeating them in other languages. He sighed when the Archmage began to do exploratory licks along the entire surface of the shaft. It was just as well that the intensity gentled while he did this, because Medivh really didn't want it to end too soon.

He still couldn't get past the fact that Khadgar was voluntarily licking (and sucking at intervals) his now fully erect and probably weeping cock while being held in his grip. If it wasn't for the pleasure coursing through his system, overriding all sense of reason and thought - he would have questioned it. But right now? He didn't care. He just didn't want it to stop.

Blast it all the sounds Khadgar made vibrated right through him. The mental swearing litany began anew.

Khadgar moved away, and Medivh sagged against the couch slightly as he opened his eyes to look at him with a heated, though somewhat bewildered expression.

"Khadgar?" He managed, voice rough. What possessed him to try that? Why did he stop? The Magus probably would have asked those questions if his voice was working properly.

Khadgar could definitely get used to how the elder mage was reacting to his mouth and it tugged a more gentle expression across his face. He was so terribly enthralled with this man and he swore if anything decided to disturb them, he would end whatever it was with a great blast of energy. Medivh was beautiful and Khadgar felt blessed to be someone to see it.

The hand wrapped around the other's cock slowly stroked itself up toward the tip and then released it as it moved to stroke up the Magus's stomach teasingly. The younger mage smiled lopsidedly and gently rubbed circles into the skin with his thumb. There were things he could do to make this even more entertaining for himself, yes there were, but the white haired man on his knees knew that he had a very good idea on what he wanted from the elder.

"Medivh," he gentled, "you can put your hands on me."

The smile he wore turned devious and smug, while he allowed his hands to move to where the Magus's were white-knuckled in their grip on the couch. Slowly, he would ease them away from their clenched grip and instead put one on the top of his head and the other was brought closer so he could nuzzle at the palm.

Khadgar was addicted to the high that was brought on by the dark haired mage's awed stare and how confused he seemed to be. It made him bolder, more confident in the idea that had begun with just a simple want to taste the other's thick cock. It was quickly making him want to stay there, never let the other up and see how wide eyed those green eyes could get.

The nuzzling turned to gentle kisses, those turned to a brief sucks and eventually Khadgar sighed and instead placed the hand on his shoulder while he positioned himself back between his legs with a hand grasping at the base of the Magus's dick, squeezing lightly. Leaning back down, the licking began once again, though he attempted the idea of just sucking lightly against the head with soft pulls of his lips.

The white haired man peered up at Medivh from beneath his thick lashes, looking too amused and almost daring the elder male to do something beyond sit there gobsmacked.

Edited 2016-10-15 02:58 (UTC)

The way that Khadgar moved his hand up and then off his dick caused Medivh to visibly shudder as he blinked down at the Archmage. Finally, his lips twitched into something like a crooked smile at the feel of his hand brushing along his stomach, thumb circling along the skin. He looked down almost mesmerized, noticing the scar along his ribs showing where Khadgar had run him through. It stood out in stark relief in the warm firelight.

Khadgar's words caused his eyes to dart up, meeting the other man's eyes as his thoughts returned to the present. At the reassurance, and the hands gently removing his curled fingers from the couch - Medivh chuckled a brief "Heh.." He huffed slightly. "I wasn't exactly expecting that..." He quirked a brow as he explained. He would have probably caused Khadgar injury if he gripped him like he gripped the couch. Devious little brat. Oh, he would patiently plan his revenge later, he was sure of it now.

He quieted when Khadgar placed one of his hands on his head. His hands were a combination of strength and oddly, grace. Large, but with long slender fingers. Without thought - the Magus stroked through Khadgar's hair idly with an old fondness as his ex-Apprentice nuzzled and kissed his other hand. He had no idea what any of this meant...but he couldn't deny the strength of the warmth in his chest at all this. The depth of the emotions - especially when it came to Khadgar.

He had relaxed against the couch by the time Khadgar placed the hand he had been kissing onto his shoulder. The Magus's heart started pounding again when the other man situated himself back between his thighs and he practically held his breath, wondering what he was going to do next. The hand in the silver white hair had caressed to curl along the nape of his neck and his fingers curled slightly as he once again, was held in the grip of his ex-Apprentice. His eyes slid shut at the squeeze - but he definitely twitched when the licking began again...and he released the breath he had been holding in a shaky sigh.

Suddenly at the gentle pull of suction, Medivh uttered a quiet strangled noise as his hips twitched and his muscles shivered along his abdomen. His fingers curled further in Khadgar's hair. He was almost at the point of being fidgety, damn it all!

Medivh's hips jerking had the younger's brows twitching in mild confusion before he realized exactly what had happened. It was definitely something Khadgar hadn't realized, but perhaps he should've. He did enjoy knowing he had that effect on the man clutching at his hair. It was a heady sort of thing that left feeling pool in the pit of his stomach and finally remind him that his own cock was heavy between his thighs and it ached .

Swallowing briefly, Khadgar took the chance to look up at the dark haired male to see how much he was paying attention - as if he felt he needed to sneak his hand down to wrap around his cock in much the way he had done to the other. Slowly he drew both hands up, mimicking the pressure and slow drag up toward the crown and back down. It had to be excruciatingly sluggish in case he set himself off before he was able to finish his mentor.

The cock head rested against the spit slick bow of the white haired man's lips as he started another deliberate stroke on both lengths. A devious thought twinkled into Khadgar's mind and on the down stroke of his hands, he opened his mouth and properly took the tip of the dick unto his mouth.

Oh, he wasn't expecting to find precome on his tongue and had to force himself to not pull back out of shock. Instead, he pushed forward, seeing how much he could fit in his mouth. The hand that had been wrapped around himself moved to instead brace himself on a thigh as he leaned and learned that no, he definitely had a gag reflex. The Archmage then proceeded to pull back so he wasn't half choking (and he had made quite a few choking sounds) and sucked with quick lashes of his tongue where he could.

Llane might be his king but that doesn't change the relationship between them, not truly. Some bonds transcend the laws of court and Lothar is certain that theirs is one of them. What they have, what they had before Medivh locked himself away in that damned tower is something that no crown is ever going to change. Not now and not ever.

It's going to be a hell of a campaign. They've had long campaigns before, sure, and Taria's always turned a blind eye to their relationship. What they have doesn't touch anything between Llane and Taria; Lothar wouldn't dare presume to come between them and honestly, his sister is woman enough to throw him out if she needs to. She also knows when Llane needs him instead of her and now apparently is one of those times.

"Taria's gone to the dungeons," he says, without preamble. "And retired with her ladies. She said that you needed me and my counsel."

Llane would never consider that his queen, love of his life, Taria, is turning a blind eye. He's not sure why she's never stopped them before and Llane can admit that sometimes he asks her. Every time, she gives him this slight brow quirk, a soft smile and a pet directly on his cheek, it never fails to send a surge of love through him. She is the moon in the sky and that is why he counts himself so lucky.

Lothar, well, he knows he needs Lothar like one needs ground to stand firmly on or maybe just a simple cane to lean on. He is there when Llane needs that and that is why when Anduin showed his face suddenly, where he had been expecting Taria to come bother him to return to bed and not pour over the war table, he jolted and then laughed under his breath. Of course his wife sent him Lothar when he couldn't think of anything but protecting his lands, his people and instead went to visit Garona in the dungeons.

This would be more subtle if he wasn't completely aware of what it meant to have Lothar standing before him and not his wonderful wife. She was concerned and knew it would be something that she could not truly soothe. Ergo, she sent the one who could make a better attempt at it.

He didn't mind at all, really, though he still boggled that apparently he needed two people to handle him when most only needed one.

"I could use another eye on attempting to rearrange our troops for optimal defense," he suggested, though he hoped to make it clear that Taria had sent him here and Llane had not sent for him, "if you'd not mind, Anduin."

Oh he was trying not to squirm, and he wasn't doing too bad at suppressing the urge. But it was challenging. Despite the fact he was caught up in what he was experiencing, the Magus didn't miss one of Khadgar's hands moving downward below his view. He wasn't completely certain (and his mind wasn't really working at the moment) - but he still let out a whispered hiss of a breath.

"Don't you even think about taking care of yourself." He managed unsteadily, green eyes darting in a brief glare. "Not when I plan on doing it myself!" Oh yes. Yes he was.

Words left him though when Khadgar once again used his mouth in earnest and his fingers gripped his hair tighter in a fist while taking care not to shove him downward. His eyes were shut and his head tilted back against the couch, so he didn't see the moment when Khadgar took more of him into his mouth - but the Magus uttered a startled "Uhn!" and the hand on the Archmage's shoulder flew up to his mouth where he bit into the flesh to keep from making more noise. FEL and ashes!

His eyes flew open to stare at Khadgar, a bit concerned at the brief choking sounds. His breath came in ragged pants. "I would....wouldn't remain there if I were you..." He rasped. "Not....when I am so close." He...didn't really think that getting a face full of his seed would be that enjoyable.

The snapping comment about Medivh wanting to fish him off, had Khadgar's hand squeezing one last time around his own cock and moved it to test against the mage's muscled thigh. Oh, this was far to addicting. Medivh was coming undone for him and Khadgar wished he could just stay down there for as long as he had life in him and repeat the act over and over again until he died.

It was almost better than how they had ground hard against each other.

Medivh's warning of how he should remain where he was due to how close he was, well Khadgar didn't care. There were no tissues for him to clean up with or even too catch the thick gobs right from the source. Really, the only option Khadgar could see to minimize the amount of mess was to keep him in his mouth and swallow it all down.

Truly, it thrilled the Archmage, stroked a small part of him he didn't know still existed. It was a part that still had mild issues with his body, but this... this was reassuring it that no, someone could want the old man. Even better was it that Medivh wanted him. Consciously, Khadgar had no idea where the strong sense of pride or smugness came from, at least right then. Perhaps he'd figure it out another time.

Khadgar swallowed loudly, pushing himself to take more of the thick dick into what he could assume was a wet, hot vacuum. He teased his gag reflex, testing the limits over and over again, knowing he could train himself to take more eventually. He moaned when he realized he had an obscene amount of saliva coating his chin, whimpered as he realized this could be the only chance he could do this... well, Khadgar took a deep breath and willed himself to relax and not think of his choking... then started to take the Magus’s shaft deeper than before. He hummed his delight when he managed to conquer it enough to get more of it into his mouth.

Edited 2016-10-18 02:31 (UTC)

"I wouldn't be here if I minded." It's his way of answering that yes, Taria is the one behind this and no, Lothar doesn't mind it. He's never minded doing anything in service of Llane, be that as friend or king, but he's definitely here in service of his friend at the moment and not in service of his king.

He draws closer, heedless of personal space, and rubs his hand along the tight spot between Llane's shoulders. It's always been like that, ever since they were young, and he's not shocked to feel stress there now.

"I'm happy to take a look at it and help you plan."

As Lothar rests his palm between his shoulder blades, where the stress knotted the muscle far too tight, Llane smiles warmly to himself. He supposes that Taria always knew what was best for him and always gave him reason to never doubt her abilities. His eyes close as the rubbing starts and curves his back while reaching across the table to nab a figurine that denoted a troop and rolled it between his fingers.

"Strengthen support along the edges of Redridge," he suggested suddenly and broke away from the pleasant half-massage he had been getting, "along the edges of Elwynn forrest as well. Evacuate both, to Stormwind or Westfall. Stormwind would be the obvious choice. But if we could protect the border of Duskwood and Stranglethorn... Westfall would be a good place to have people to go."

He gestured with one hand, tracing what he meant on the map below with the hand that clutched the figurine. Trying to think of how to explain more of what he meant, his eyes briefly lifted to Lothar's and a brown brow raised to see if he was still following.

"If it is possible to do this in Westfall, we could have boats ready for our people get out of the fray should they bring their forces there first. A simple beacon system would be enough to allow those there plenty of time to escape and be safe."

Llane placed the figurine down, cupping his hands along the raised edges of the table and took the chance to properly gaze at his friend.

"What do you think?"

Edited 2016-10-18 02:47 (UTC)

Medivh uttered another strangled noise, somewhat muffled by his hand in his mouth when Khadgar took him in deeper. He released the silver hair in his grasp lest he tear it out and instead - dug his nails into the man's shoulder as he gripped it hard. At least both the other man's hands were in view now. No doubt, the Archmage would be able to feel how rigidly tense his body was.

Blast it all! The aching pressure and waves of pleasure were hitting a breaking point - and the other man was not moving away. Well, he tried to warn him. The concern for the noises Khadgar was making was somewhat assuaged by the fact that if the Archmage truly was not comfortable, he wouldn't be doing this. The sensations gripping him were really something else - and he'd never experienced such an intensity before. It was becoming almost too much.

Fel and ashes... That wet, tight heat that was pulling on him. His orgasm came so suddenly it was like suddenly being struck. The Magus jerked and uttered a strangled, ragged gasp of a moan - arching back as tense as a bowstring. He was so senseless, he wasn't even aware of clawing at Khadgar's shoulders with both hands as he hung on for dear life.

The battle was heated; the air filled with the scents of hellfire and blood. The air filled with the screams of the triumphant and those of the dying. The Legion had initially struck at the floating city of Dalaran, only to have the attack wave pushed back. The city was holding, shielded in protective magics. Most of the fighting was in the air below it, or on the broken coast of Azsuna at the Illidari Front.

The Illidari were a force to be reckoned with, and some of the doubters that resisted the demon hunters from joining forces with them - realized different once they saw how they were like an unstoppable wall to the Legion. In combat, they seemed more demon than elf - but the Demons of the Legion fell by the score when demon hunters were on the battlefield. They moved with an insane amount of quickness and ferocity - sometimes seeming like a blur as they engaged the enemy; drawing on demonic energies from the fallen and using it against the foe.

Zakkarius felt it was almost like a dance. Everything had its own rhythm and timing. The sounds of battle itself, the music. The demon hunter surged through the demonic creatures with an incredible speed belying his size and his warglaives were a whirlwind of singing steel, blood and death. He truly was having the time of his life. This was how an Illidari lived...and also died. There was no greater honor than sacrifice.

He was in full armor (well as much armor as an Illidari would typically wear), which consisted of belted kilt and trousers. Chest harness and forearm guards as well as protection for the shoulders - but the most fearsome piece was the mask that completely covered their face and eyes. It hid their features and expression to the point of making them a featureless, merciless killing machine.

Through all this, Zakkarius kept an ear out for both his bretheren and his companion which had joined him in battle. It wouldn't be the first time they faced destruction together. In fact - this kind of activity was fun for them. He knew that Toni, the small human warlock woman, wouldn't be that far.

Medivh's nails bit small red crescent half moons into his shoulders and they would undoubtedly bruise. The elder male exploded in his mouth, salty liquid filling his mouth and Khadgar forced himself to swallow it down. It was... unpleasant, but so worth the red lines left behind by the other mage's hands. He hoped those left yellow-brown impressions in his skin as well, wanting to be able to look at his shoulders after the fact and remember vividly what he had done for his mentor.

Lightening the suction, the white haired mage glanced back up at his partner and took stock in how he was presenting himself. He wondered what Medivh would think. Would he get praising? Would he get the uppity man who felt like he had to one up his apprentice? Would he even get any sort of reaction? He let the softening cock fall from his lips, instead moving both hands to wrap around the other in a half hug.

He pressed his forehead against the skin and muscle just below the Magus's ribs, resting there as he caught his breath. Steadfast in his ignorance of how much his erection ached and begged to be touched even a little, Khadgar pressed a soft open mouthed kiss against the flesh. His long white lashes fluttered, brushing barely there butterfly-like trails as he heaved and slumped.

It didn't matter if Medivh actually did fix his issue or not, Khadgar realized with a start, this was more than enough to satisfy him. Just knowing how the ex-Guardian came undone in such acts and to know that he was probably the first one to ever do that for him... it was more than Khadgar could ever have asked for.

Blue eyes finally fluttered shut and he sagged against the elder mage like a dam had been released. It was strange how lax just doing something so simple could put him into this sort of state, like he was suddenly allowed to rest after sucking the dark haired mage off, like it were permission, almost.

"Are you all right?" Khadgar uttered from his place against Medivh's abdomen, nuzzling unconsciously against the skin.

If he had the capacity to think straight, Medivh would have supposed this was probably one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced. Not that he indulged in many in his life time. No one had ever done anything like this to him however - and he didn't even realize that people did this sort of thing. He had no idea if this was a regular occurrence for lovers or if it was just a wild idea of Khadgar's that he spontaneously wanted to try out. He himself probably wouldn't have thought of it or imagined it!

In any case - it was insane. In a good way.

The Magus had no idea how long he shuddered so mindlessly before he sagged exhausted to the cushions. All he could do was lean back, face tilted up as he rested his head on the back of the couch, breathing in ragged pants as he worked on catching his breath. The air was slightly cool against his damp skin, though the warm fire in the brazier helped take the edge off of the chill in the room. His eyes were closed for the moment, as he simply basked in the waves of pleasurable relaxation. It wasn't a common thing for him, so it was to be savored.

He suddenly became aware of a warm weight wrapped around him - and he realized that Khadgar had shifted up to settle with his arms around his waist - resting his head on his abdomen. The muscle beneath the man's cheek shivered slightly at the feel of the kiss - but Medivh gave no other response until Khadgar spoke up. He uttered a sleepy sounding "Hmm?" Before he lifted his head to look down at the other man.

Letting out a soft sigh, Medivh moved an arm to rest around Khadgar's shoulders as he nodded. "I'm fine...." He murmured. "Though I should be asking you that question......" There was no mess, so he could only assume that Khadgar swallowed it down. Now that his mind was working again, he suddenly realized just where Khadgar was during all that. It was probably a good thing his face was all ready flushed because it would have gotten more red - perhaps with a little bit of embarrassment at the intimate location where his ex-apprentice had his face.

That...and the involuntary reactions he had made. He was notorious for being an elusive, quiet and extremely private man. It was extremely rare for anyone to see him in this kind of light. This was somewhat out of his niche.

"What possessed you to try something like that?" He asked, eyebrows raising slightly.

Edited 2016-10-21 07:57 (UTC)

He could fall asleep like that, he had realized with his head resting against shivering muscles, he could sleep and not care when his back began to protest tomorrow from all of the moving he would be doing on top of it. At least he would have if Medivh hadn't suddenly asked him why he stuck his mouth on the mage's dick. He tensed, back straightening and he knew his cheeks and ears were reddening by the way they began to burn in his half embarrassment and half shame in what possessed him to do such a thing.

What could he say? That he imagined it on and off while he was in the Outland, that he imagined it when Medivh had been prone on his bed with a dark haired boy reading amusing correspondences at him. His face was fully red now and he fought with himself to come up with a believable comment on the matter.

All he could truly think of was how it felt so empowering and he could understand from a giving stand point on why it worked so well. Medivh had reacted so openly, so shocked out of his shell that it had Khadgar almost want to find a spell that could let him live that moment over and over again.

"I... ahem, read about it once," he tried, peering up from under silver white bangs to meet Medivh's eyes bashfully, "I had found it in some of Lothar's belongings I think? It stuck with me and ..." a small helpess noise was made to convey the rest of what he had put into practice.

"I think, Llane, that your plan is perfect. I also think you need to relax and stop thinking for two minutes and just let me take care of you."

Lothar isn't usually so overt about these things but sometimes, with Llane, overt was needed. Sometimes he just has to tell his friend what he needs, just like Llane has to tell him what he needs, and they have to take care of one another. Llane is going to worry himself nonstop about keeping his kingdom safe. It's what kind of man he is and what makes him a good king.

Lothar isn't so noble. He's worried more about Llane than he is about Westfall or Elwynn or any of it. Right now, he wants to see the tension ease and the brow relax. He lowers his hand a bit, rubbing lower on Llane's back. "Relax, Llane."

Llane took a deep breath as Lothar told him he was to allow Lothar to take care of him, put his hand upon the small of his back and repeated to him that he needed to relax. Eyes closed and he exhaled slowly, only opening when he had felt he could somewhat give Lothar more than the worried glance of a king and more the crooked smile of an indignant friend being bullied into stopping whatever he was doing.

"Relaxing is for people who don't have the people's safety resting squarely on his shoulders," he murmured impudently, though he did not venture to remove the hand or move away. "I suppose that would be why you're here, though."

He chuckled tiredly, turning to face his friend and forgo any trivial dancing around it by moving to tuck himself against Lothar's side. He gave a brief, hesitant murmur of a sound and took it upon himself to hook his chin over Lothar's shoulder, resting there.

"If I'm back in here after you're done forcing me to relax, you realize Taria will yell at one of us. Preferably you. I have some face to save," he finally settled on, snorting loudly and stifling one of the first laughs he's had in a while.

Medivh saw Khadgar's reaction to his question and immediately regretted how he had worded it. The last thing he wanted was to upset or make the man uncomfortable. His lips twitched slightly, watching the emotions play across the Archamge's face. Of course he read about it in a book. And one that was Lothar's? He sighed a little, gingerly patting at Khadgar's shoulder.

"Khadgar. I wasn't admonishing you." He said gently, gruff tones soft as he searched for words. "As you can imagine I am not as ah...well versed in these sorts of things." He ran a hand over his face - and if Khadgar looked hard enough, he'd discover that Medivh was probably just as shy or bashful as he was underneath the at times no nonsense Magus exterior. "I didn't even know that...someone could or even would do something like that." His green eyes averted slightly. Well this was awkward. He wasn't used to conversations like this either. "It's not like I....didn't enjoy that..." He admitted much quieter in a soft mumble. Fel and ashes he even swallowed it too...

He sighed again and gestured to the couch next to him. "Come old friend, make yourself comfortable. You'll hurt your knees..." His eyes flickered as he waved his fingers - summoning some water in a goblet for Khadgar to drink. He couldn't imagine that tasted very good either. Now it was his turn to take care of his ex-Apprentice.

Blood splatter, brain matter, screams of the dying in the air and oh the Fel that surrounded this small warlock. She was waving her hands, casting her litany of spells at every target, watching her Seed of Corruption burst and spread. The diseases that she wrought upon them, drunk right back into her with her Drain Life.

To say Tonidina Branwen was lit up like a Winterveil's Tree, well, that would be an understatement. She howled her glee while trickles of green crawled up her body, little threads to enhance the blue eyes that glowed green even in the dying sun. Layered hair stuck to her cheeks, coated with blood, who's blood she didn't know, but she was drenched in it. Her beautiful horns stained with the crimson of fallen foes or enemies? It didn't matter, she was in the thick of it.

One could call her movements with the sharp scythe and free hand almost rhythmic, almost like she was dancing with her enemies and cackled her glee like no other would ever imagine a tiny woman like her would. This was for the good of Azeroth and she would continue even with the rapidly increasing amounts of Gel from the attack on Dalaran surging through her veins. She wasn't even aware of her surroundings from how consumed she was with the lust for more viscera splattered on the streets.

Luckily for the little Warlock, there was someone watching her as he lobbed his own magic at other demons, hissing in demonic for them to back away and return from where
they came from. There was no place for them on this world. His brown-red skin spotted with green and drying splatters of a sharp burgundy as a contrast.

Rokunoth roared and scooped up his petite mistress after finding her swirling her way into the path of a large Infernal Lord and quickly heaved her up with a mighty bat of his wings. His battle cry echoed as he realized that not only was his little mistress in danger but her friend as well. Well. Rokunoth knew how to deal with that.

So he threw her at Zakk.

He ignored the screams of delight from the little mortal human and didn't bother looking to see if Zakk caught her or if she simply knocked him out of the way as planned.

"No, I know," Khadgar tried to say until Medivh distracted him by showing that he wasn't the only one off kilter there. A low sigh hummed from deep within his chest and instead of touching the rest of that -- or how it made his pride swell that Medivh enjoyed it and for once it was him teaching his mentor.

"Yes, of course, how silly of me," he murmured, though slowly unfolded his legs as he got to his feet. His knees cracked unpleasantly and he gave a loud unapproving snort at them. He moved to sit on the couch next to Medivh and gladly took the goblet to drink from. Yes, that definitely helped him wash some of the taste out of his mouth and had him slumping back into the comfortable cushions pleased.

Barely open blues peered at Medivh and studied him as if he was trying to think of what to say to him.

"I know you were not admonishing me," he tried again, voice soft and steady as he hoped his cheeks were returning to their more natural state. He lifted his free hand to cover his eyes with the back of his arm and took in relaxing breaths as he attempted to figure out what more to say. "It was more being asked where I learnt something like that."

Nope, there went his cheeks again and he remembered what book he was talking about. It was laying bookmarked and dog-eared at random pages, horrible smut that he had bought when he was a teen in Dalaran and never rid himself of. He still read it once in a while, it always helped with certain scenarios that would play through his magicians mind to get a result out of himself.

"That... Medivh, that was my first time doing either of those, so you are in good company."

Good to know he still made Medivh lose it like he did, he hoped for another repeat.Though, he paused as he wondered if Medivh would question about him never having done such acts and still experiencing love... He hoped his brain function wasn't quite working just then.

Toni came at him like a fel green meteor in his demon sight - though he didn't realize it was her until she collided with him. Recognizing the fel glowing shape, it was a testament to his lightning quick reflexes that he slung a weapon on his back and caught the woman in an arm, mindful of the massive weapon in his other hand. Due to being much larger than the warlock, he merely lurched instead of falling over - and though the mask covered his face, concealing his expression, she'd hear the startled anger in his voice.

"Toni?! I could have sliced you to ribbons!" He swore colorfully in demonic, knowing that Rokunoth probably had a hand in this. That asshole...

He was about to add more to his swearing when his fel sight caught notice of a shape coming right for them. His masked face turned to it like a plant found the sun. He swore again in a hissing growl. An Infernal Lord. An opponent that most Illidari wouldn't think of taking on by themselves. Such an abomination was best taken down with a group. This one was huge.

Oh. Fuck it all...

"Hold on...this is going to get rough..." He roared - swerving to avoid a swipe of the giant demon's fist. One could feel the fel fire almost searing the skin it was so close. The demon hunter kept a tight hold on the warlock while he zipped with inhuman speed to keep out of the demon's reach. Ideally he had to find a spot to either drop her off safely or just say screw it and allow her to climb onto his back so he could have both his hands free. Either way, it was going to be challenging.

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"Taria's scarier than I am," Lothar says easily enough. There's a reason that he doesn't like to cross his sister and he's glad that he and Llane are of one mind when it comes to that. Still, Taria isn't involved in this. Their relationship is complicated at best, a triangle with equilateral sides, and Lothar wouldn't dare impede on the aspects of Llane's life that Taria fills. There are roles in Llane's life that he can never fulfill, things he can never satisfy, and Lothar is fine with this. He knows his place. His place is, as always, in service of his king and now that service comes in the form of comfort and release.

He ghosts a hand over Llane's hair, petting it lightly, before tipping his face up to look into it. He's a bit shorter than he is, always has been, and it comes to his advantage now. "Come to bed with me for a while, Llane. We'll forget about all this, all right?"

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